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“Skinner,” said Cappy plaintively, “what’s
the best way to drive obstinate people south?”

“Head them north,” said Mr. Skinner.

“I’m doing it,” said Cappy dreamily.

CHAPTER XXVI

MATT PEASLEY IN EXILE

From Cappy Ricks’ office Matt Peasley went to
the rooms of the American Shipmaster’s Association,
entered the telephone booth and called up Florence
Ricks. From the instant he first laid eyes on
her, Miss Florry had occupied practically all of Matt’s
thoughts during every waking hour. He had assayed
her and appraised her a hundred times and from every
possible angle, and each time he decided that Florry
was possessed of more than sufficient charm, good looks,
sweetness and intelligence to suit the most exacting.
Matt wasn’t ultra-exacting and she suited him,
and the fact that she was the sole heir to millions
was the least of the sailor’s considerations
as he dropped his nickel down the slot. Neither
did the identity of the young lady’s paternal
ancestor constitute a problem, despite the recent
interview with that variable individual. Matt
regarded Cappy somewhat in the light of a mixed blessing;
while he respected him he was a little bit afraid
of him, and just at present he disliked him exceedingly.
And lastly, his own social and economic status as
second mate of the most wretched little steam schooner
in the Blue Star Navigation Company’s fleet,
failed to enter even remotely into Matt’s scheme
of things.

The reason for this mental stand on his part was a
perfectly simple and natural one. To begin,
he was a stranger to caste other than that of decent
manhood. The only rank he had ever known was
that of a ship’s officer, and that was merely
a condition of servitude. When ashore he regarded
himself as the equal of any monarch under heaven and
treated all men accordingly. Since he had never
known any of the restrictions of polite conventions
behind which society entrenches itself in the world
occupied by such pampered pets of fortune as Miss
Florence Ricks, Matt Peasley failed to see a single
sound reason why he should not indulge a very natural
desire for Cappy’s ewe lamb—­for a
singularly direct and forceful individual was Matthew.
It was his creed to take what he could get away with,
provided that in the taking he broke no moral, legal
or ethical code; and if any thought of the apparent
incongruity of a sailor’s aspiring to the hand
of a millionaire shipowner’s daughter had occurred
to him—­which, by the way, it had not—­he
would doubtless have analyzed it thusly:

“There she is. Isn’t she a queen?
I want her and there isn’t a single reason
on earth why I shouldn’t have her, unless it
be that she doesn’t want me. However,
I’ll learn all about that when I get good and
ready, and if I’m acceptable Cappy Ricks and
one of his employees are going to have a warm debate—­subject,
matrimony. What do I care for him? He’s
only her father, and I’ll bet he wasn’t
half so well fixed as I am when he got married.
I’ll just play the game like a white man, and
if Cappy doesn’t like it he’ll have to
get over it.”